Vacuum Bliss

I know I've been talking about being old a lot lately. Maybe 27 isn't really old, but for some reason I can't get off the topic.

Ok, you know you're old when...you're totally elated about a new vacuum.

Yesterday, Mr. Navy and I went out and purchased our first tree together. It was so joyous picking it out, bringing it home, setting it in the stand and beginning to clean up the millions of tiny pine needles that fell on the floor. As I vacuumed, I realized it wasn't picking up the needles, but just spitting them back out all over the carpet.

Mr. Navy, being the frugal fix-it that he is, took it apart to see what was the matter. After screws were un-screwed and screwed back on, filters were cleaned and hoses unclogged, I began the feat again--and yet again, it spit the needles back all over the carpet. As Mr. Navy reached to tear it open yet again, I thought to myself "please, can we just get a new one?" As if he read my mind, we were in the car on the way to the store faster than you could say Jingle Bells. And, we came home with a masterpiece.

Not only did the pine needles get scooped up in a heartbeat, but our new vacuum comes with a duster, two hoses and an upholstery cleaner--and not to mention the carpet and hard floor settings. The modern technology and sophistication combined with the thought of easier household cleaning almost brought a tear to my eye...

And now the new vacuum, with the same respect as Ralphie's Red Ryder BB Gun, sits proudly in the laundry room, just waiting to be called upon for duty.